Two Lost Keys and Goodbye to Summer
By Books is Wonderful on September 21, 2012
Procrastination and denial are the culprits. This is a post that can wait no longer, with the official debut of the fall season tomorrow. Yes, it's time to say goodbye to summer.
Our summer weekends are pretty damn wonderful. My family has a beach house on the New Jersey coast, "down the shore," as the vernacular goes. Just two hours away is our beloved getaway. My husband and I, and assorted other relatives, relish our summer weekends of pure relaxation.
This is not a razzle dazzle beach community. No boardwalk, no shopping district, few good restaurants. That, along with my no makeup/no hair care policy makes for a quiet weekend of eating, drinking, spending quality time with family and best of all, getting engrossed in a good book for hours.
Duncan and I take early morning walks on the beach. The sunrises are extraordinary.
He zonks out after our walks ...
and I move on to the next item on the agenda.
And that is pretty much the extent of it.
Reluctant to bid a final adieu, we lucked out when Mother Nature graced us with glorious September weekends that extended the summer just a bit. Which brings me to the lost keys.
Our plans last weekend were to spend the day in NYC and head down the shore at the end of the day. Daughter Laurie and her friend would be spending the weekend with us but wanted to leave earlier in the day. Could we give her the key, she asked.
We did. We went off to do our thing in the city. The key? She lost it. She lost it.
I almost lost it.
How do you lose something that you've had for no more than 15 minutes and fail to recover it? She and her friend looked everywhere, ransacked the apartment, to no avail.
Fortunately, another key existed, hidden in a safe spot at the beach house. No, I won't tell you where. Laurie and friend were able to get in the house, and we joined them a few hours later.
The weekend was lovely, and we hated packing up on Sunday, but it was time to go. On the way home we stopped at Wegmans for some groceries. We got back to the car and I waited for Pete to unlock the door. And waited.
"Where's the key?" he asked me.
"I don't have it. I gave it to you."
He emptied every pocket. Nothing. He retraced his steps, but no key. How does somebody lose a key between the grocery store and the car? Do you see a pattern here?
"Maybe someone turned it in," Laurie offered.
And indeed someone had. Relieved, we got back in the car and headed home as night began to fall.